I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 1479 and fifty-seven chapters: Nantian sermons

Only the important ones, not the sand?

The old monk was amused and laughed, and reached out his hand to touch the head of the young monk: "Go, go!"

Well frogs can't talk to the sea, they stick to the emptiness; the summer insects can't talk to the ice, but they're obsessed with time.

When life is short, there are always things that you think are the most important and cannot pass.

May I ask which young man who has never sworn an oath, has a desire from his heart.

But after all, this kind of thing is more slapped and less realized.

With the passage of time, I can only say that it is really fragrant, this is not struggling, but growing.

Therefore, the old monk only said that he was a childless monk, so where would he go to his heart?

"After that day, the monk will focus on practicing. However, the monk's qualifications are really low. The esoteric incantation of Lvzong is incomprehensible to the monk. The incantation that ordinary disciples can comprehend three times and five times can only be realized by reading it eight times and ten times. ."

The Zen masters of the Buddhist Pavilion looked at each other and couldn't believe that the Nantian Buddha Lord, who is known as the strongest Lv Sect, would even say that he had poor qualifications.

But the Nantian Buddha, who had fallen into a state of recollection, ignored the shock of the Zen masters, and went on talking without even pausing.

"The aptitude is low, so the monk is disliked by the monastery, so he does some chores of collecting firewood and cooking rice every day."

"It's a good thing not to practice martial arts, because it allows the monk to focus more on practice."

"In eight or nine years, the monk has cultivated to the peak of the Hui state, and he never feels that his cultivation base has increased, so he can ask for help."

"Relax, because the monk is not attentive enough, so I can't feel the cultivation base increase."

"The monk asked again, how can I concentrate, and he said that he would concentrate when there is only practice left in his mind."

Said this, Lord Nantian smiled, and the folds of his mouth and face were gathered together, as if he was thinking of himself who was young and foolish.

"So that year, the monk closed the deadlock."

The Lord Nantian went on to say: "Daily farming, cooking, and then practicing. Although the retreat keeps monks away from the crowd, it also has many inconveniences. Winter is cold and summer is hot, spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking. There are many flies in the mountains, and rats are shot in the cave. There are still chaotic thoughts."

"But the most difficult thing is that I still don't feel the growth of my cultivation level, so the monk thought, could it be that I am not focused enough or eager enough?"

"Otherwise, why would there be mixed thoughts and evil thoughts every time you enter the time."

"what can we do about it?"

"The monk is born dull and has no ability to change the heavens and the earth, so he will ask for his own body. If there are all kinds of thoughts, he will cut off the thoughts, and if the six roots are not clean, he will cut the six."

"It was difficult at first, and it took ten years for the monk to be able to cut through the five shifts in practice, leaving only a lot of thoughts."

"It took another ten years. The monk has lost his roots, and I don’t know the passage of time when I practice. Only when my body is extremely weak can I wake up to eat some food and use some clean water. Perhaps it is the benefit of cutting off the six senses and bringing the monk closer and closer. In the realm of bigu, the time for absentminded practice is getting longer and longer."

"I don't know how many reincarnations, and the monk walks out of the deadlock when he faintly feels the pass."

"I asked the deacon of Dongxu Shulu and learned that this death has been closed for thirty years, and Monk Shixin passed away."

I remember that day, the Lord Nantian sat in the Zen courtyard of relief for a long time.

Didn't it mean that the Arahant had escaped from the cycle of life and death and was a saint who reached the realm of Nirvana? Why did he pass away?

Pulling away from the state of memory, the Lord Nantian said softly: "The Arahant is a useless Arahant. With the Buddha's fruit, there is still no way to predict where his parents are reincarnated. Master has passed away."

Speaking of this, the Zen masters are all a little embarrassed. At their level, they naturally understand how vain this reincarnation theory is.

It's just that the foolish people are willing to believe in it, so the Buddha Kingdom will make mistakes and still use this theory.

Now that I heard that the Lord Nantian was actually deceived into the path of cultivation, I was fortunate and a little embarrassed at the same time.

But the old monk obviously didn't mean to embarrass everyone, but continued to tell: "Looking back at the empty wooden bowl, the monk has nothing. What else is important in life? Maybe only practice is left."

"Rejected the post in the cathedral, the monk returned to the retreat, but this time is different from the last time."

"At that time, those senior brothers with amazing aptitude, passed away and suffered serious injuries, but the monk with the most ordinary aptitude became the best one."

"Even during the retreat, someone sent medicinal pills to help, but at that time, the monk no longer needed these."

"I thought that after attaining the Attainment Status, I would practice more earnestly, but I didn’t expect that after the attainment of the Buddha’s Attainment Status, there would be an additional Minna Consciousness (Divine Consciousness), and chaos and evil thoughts would come. It took forty years."

Speaking of this, the old monk laughed again: "The thoughts are tamed, and the monk has reached the peak of the Arahant, and is about to cast a golden body."

"But I still have dull aptitude. Even if I took the eight sects of Dharma, I still couldn't cultivate it well. It took 80 years to reach the realm of Dao Zen Master."

"Later, the monk was invited to practice in the Buddha of Law Realm, nourished by the eight directions of Buddha's energy, and spent another forty years, the fruit position and the golden body merged into one, and the emperor was crowned Buddha."

"Then, the monk retreats at the top of the Buddhist temple, from the nine-storied pagoda, to the thirteen-storied pagoda, and then to the fifteenth, seventeenth, and now it is thirty-seventh."

The Buddha of Nantian looked at the shocked people of the Buddhist pavilion: "The old monk only practiced and only practiced his entire life. The reason he was able to break through the realm was that his life span was longer than that of human beings. As for the legend, the Buddha of Nantian was mysterious. That's because the monk has never fought with others."

"This is the monk's path to practice."

As the Lord Nantian talked about his own practice path, the Zen masters on the pavilion were shocked.

Only Yanshan, who was sitting beside the Lord Nantian Buddha, folded his hands together, and said respectfully: "Responsible for offerings, killing thieves, and being innocent.

The Lord of Nan Tian Buddha smiled graciously at Yan Shan, then closed his lips and closed his eyes, and once again merged with the stupa, like a rock and dead wood.

And the Zen masters who have listened to the sermons of the Lord Buddha are no longer in the mood to entangle with Yanshan, or look down in contemplation with complex expressions, or shake their heads inexplicably unable to themselves.

Even if the power to speak was restored, no one spoke.

And at the bottom of the Buddhist temple, Tang Luo, who also listened to the sermon of the Lord Nantian, was also very shocked.

He didn't understand Buddhist language, so the controversies at the top of Shicai, including Yanshan's lecture, sounded to him a buzzing noise.

But when the Lord Nantian spoke, he really heard what the other party wanted to say and the message he wanted to convey.

That kind of love for cultivation was the same as sincere, even he was shocked, so that he stood there for a long time, until Yunxiu came to Tang Luo with the eight treasured books for a while, and he recovered.

"Why don't you call me?"

Tang Luo stepped forward to take the booklet Yun Xiu was holding, carefully put it on the ground, and complained softly.

The corner of Yun Xiu's mouth slightly raised and chuckled: "The husband must be thinking about something very important, so you might as well wait for it."

"It's not an important thing, just listen to a predecessor's preaching, and listen to it."

"Are you senior Nanshan Sect?"

Yun Xiu narrowed her neck in fright, and asked in a low voice.

"Probably."

Tang Luo said unsure: "I don't know if it is, but it is certain that this senior has a very high cultivation base."

Yun Xiu was a little surprised. Ever since she met her husband, she has been refreshed with the knowledge of the upper limit of martial arts.

The youngest grandmaster in front of him, who has already stood at the apex of Nishiga Budo.

Even when the king met him, he was able to talk among the same generations, but his husband never heard any extraordinary comments.

Even if it is Cao Jinyu, who is the first under the Holy King, and the Hanging City like the sky, there seems to be nothing extraordinary, but at the moment this arrogant young master would actually admire a Zen whom he has never met before. It made Yun Xiu very curious and couldn't help asking: "How tall is it?"

Tang Luo, who had already squatted down looking for Jifa, did not lift his head: "The sky is so high."

After turning over it for a while, Tang Luo suddenly realized that he didn't know Buddhist scriptures, and a little embarrassed, he held up a scroll and said to Yunxiu: "What is written on this inside, madam, can you translate it for me?"

"Oh oh."

Once again, Yunxiu, who had recovered from the shock, squatted down like Tang Luo, then took over the scriptures in Tang Luo's hand, and explained while flipping through: "This is Xingzong’s Mahayana Foundation Building Sutra. ", there are thirty-six pictures of human figures."

"Thirty-six poses? Show me."

Tang Luo Chao Yunxiu looked at the thirty-six Taoist pictures that he found. Although he couldn't understand the Buddhist scriptures underneath, he knew the tricks of the Buddha by just looking at the pictures. Dao pictures are disrupted, and then painted with human bodies to become their own? This group of monks is really interesting! This treasure book does not need to be translated, the next one."

"Oh."

Yunxiu closed the treasure book and put it aside, then picked up another one and read it: "This is Xiangzong's "No Corresponding Jie Zhuji Sutra". Above it is a figure of forty-eight Taoist figures and specific medicine. Bath preparations and methods to boil the body."

"The reference value is not great."

After pondering for a moment, Tang Luo said: "This foundation-building method should be used to lay the foundation for "The Immeasurable Tribulation". Look at the medicinal bath formulations and whether the herbs used are unique to the Pure Land of Buddha.

"Ok."

Yunxiu turned the book again and confirmed the sixteen herbs and nodded towards Tang Luo: "Yes, the herbs in it are indeed unique to the Pure Land, and some of them are poisonous."

"Then this one has no reference value, the next one."

"This is Taizong's "Miaofa Lianhua". In addition to the 36 basic Taoist pictures, there is also a lotus mark."

"and many more!"

Tang Luo suddenly stopped, and then asked Yunxiu, "What is the lotus mark?"

Yunxiu flipped through the treasure book, translating word by word.

After listening to the fifteen pages of the analysis of the lotus mark, Tang Luo made a simple deduction, and then frowned: "It's not right, the lotus mark does not help absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but will swallow part of the aura absorbed by the subject, accumulating over time. This lotus mark will evolve into some kind of magical power or forbidden, which is not what the treasure book says."

"Then this book, is there any reference value?"

Yun Xiu raised the magic of "The Wonderful Lotus Flower" and asked softly.

"Don't keep it first!"

Tang Luo pondered for a moment, then nodded, "This is also a way of thinking, maybe you can try to develop along this line."

Taking out the pen and paper from the Void Stomach, Yun Xiu began to copy, while Tang Luo sat aside and began to think about how to develop the way of the magic lotus flower.

After a short while, Yunxiu recorded the fifteen pages of the lotus imprint to the translator, and then picked up another one.

"Xianzong's "King Kong Into Wisdom", this book seems to be different from other types. There are only nine breathing methods."

After reading it, Yun Xiu said to Tang Luo: "The nine breathing methods from shallow to deep correspond to the nine stages of foundation building, and after completion, they will reach the mortal state.

"Isn't gravity important?"

Tang Luo nodded and said: "It's also copied. This is of great significance to those who are born with disabilities but are interested in studying martial arts."

"Zen's "Thinking into the Nether", this treasure book records four meditation thoughts, and it is also the method of connecting the world without any physical training."

"Also recorded, maybe it can be mixed with the previous one."

"Ok."

Except for the first two treasure books, Tang Luo has more or less help for every remaining set of foundation building methods.

This made the two of them even more excited. After copying the contents of the two treasures, Yun Xiu turned his attention to the other one.

"I Ching Washing the Marrow" is the basic foundation building method of the Jingzong. It is said that even if it is the posture of Zhongping, you only need to be able to complete this foundation building method to be completely reborn.

There are 84,000 scriptures in the Buddha Kingdom, and the reputation of this volume is even greater than that of some Buddhist sects.

Tang Luo was naturally fascinated by this scripture, as he could see it right now, he also paid great attention to it, and he was busy letting Yun Xiu translate it.

"This sutra says that washing the marrow of the Yijing is a long process, which requires rubbing, dry foaming, pressing the eyes and nose. Touching the face, rotating the ears, spitting out the various steps, and then going through nine years of practice. "

"The first year is easy to qi, two years to change blood, three years to change essence, four years to change veins, five years to change marrow, six years to change bones, seven years to change tendons, eight years to change hair, and nine years to change shape. Work."

Seeing that her husband was serious about this treasure, Yun Xiu translated it very carefully. He just patronized the book without noticing Tang Luo's increasingly disappointed expression.

"Okay, almost done."

Tang Luo quietly interrupted Yun Xiu's translation, and then sighed: "I should have known for a long time, there is no good thing in the world of martial arts that there is no good thing about losing pork in the sky. It's a shortcut, I'm stupid!"

"Then this book still needs translation?"

"no thanks."

Tang Luo waved his hand: "If it's just about the effect, this Yijing cuts the marrow is not as good as my "Five Elements Holy Spirit Foundation Building Method", it's useless."

"My husband is really amazing."

Yunxiu smiled and praised Tang Luo, then put aside the treasure of "I Ching Washing the Marrow", but paused when he was about to pick up the new one, and then asked, "Husband, there are only two left. , There is still a lot of time, how about we look for some other treasure books?"

"No, even if the last two books are not available, the previous gains are enough, besides."

When he said this, Tang Luo suddenly lowered his voice and said, "And there has been no movement from above for a while. It is better for us to leave quickly. The predecessor who can't hear the movement makes people flustered."

(End of this chapter)